turn the tables, buffoon. what is it that you want?

you would have more excitement with terror. and then you would not be so miserable. you’re welcome.

( ah. what a pleasant reception. it’s hands travel along his sides. ) excited for what is to come this year?

do not make me your second person. i am uninterested in you. nor your delicate bird like frame.

you must be this tall to psychoanalyze the devil.

everyone is interested in me that way. i am disarmingly charming.

oh. you don’t believe me? that’s rich.

you vex me. 😒

that’s something capitalism made up, dear.

should it?

oh please. don’t flatter yourself. i am just a natural flirt.

hell is boring. demons are disgusting and predictable.

you must be dense.

yes but i don’t … like to hang out with them.

rude.

if that’s what helps you sleep at night.

it believes in you, kiddo.

i cannot. i am busy. 😗

you are so odd.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ you’re ⠀⠀ right , ⠀ i’m ⠀⠀ pretty troubled. and i’m ⠀⠀ pretty 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 but i — ⠀⠀ and i’m ⠀ afraid ⠀⠀ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 afraid .⠀ really afraid. but frankly i think ⠀⠀… ⠀⠀ you’re * the ⠀⠀, ⠀⠀ fucking 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎 ⠀⠀ christ .